I know you’ve been going back and forth with your “Horizon” internet people, so I’m glad you were able to post on Monday. (Yay! You win!! or won, anyway.) I have no such excuse for last Friday, but I’ll do the usual and blame it on Little Mister. This time, we’ll say … oh, um … transitioning nap times. Yes, that sounds good. He didn’t sleep (when I expected him to), so therefore I couldn’t write.
Yep, I’m blaming him when he’s not here to defend himself.
I was going to tell you about that book I was reading last week. It was pretty enjoyable, and an easy, quick read, which is a plus sometimes. But I’m going to put that off again (which itself might tell you something about the book), and instead tell you about what happened – or didn’t happen, to be more precise – on Friday.
So, I got this baby back carrier, and although it was a good deal, I want to make sure that I actually use it, especially before it gets too darn hot in the afternoons here. I’ve taken LM out once, and that went pretty well, so on Friday, I decided to take him to Rancho San Antonio.
I have come to this park twice, I think. Once when we first moved here, I went with a friend and enjoyed it. The second time, I went with Mom and Dad, when LM was just a few months old, but it was nearly 100 degrees with practically no shade, and I just couldn’t see it with such a little boy.
But Friday was cool, and LM has a big hat now, so I thought we’d try again. I was all prepared before we left – water, sunscreen, extra clothes and diaper for him, snacks for both of us, plus the baby, all to go in the carrier. Not sure how I thought I’d be hiking very far with all that on my back, but I figured I’d look for the flat paths.
The first problem was that it’s been awhile since I’ve been there, so I took the wrong exit off the interstate. Got stuck behind a doublewide. Got cut off. Couldn’t turn left, then couldn’t turn right, then couldn’t make a U-turn. It took me five or ten minutes to get back on track. Annoying, but fine, it wasn’t going to derail my plans.
Got to the park. Took another wrong turn. (Then another.) At this point, you might ask your sister where her head was at. I don’t know; I just don’t know. I did eventually get to where I wanted to be. Annoying, but fine. We’re here; we’re going to do this hike.
Then it’s ten minutes of changing the baby (see how I was thinking ahead?) and chasing him around so I could get sunscreen on him. And he was finally dressed, anointed, and corralled.
And not super happy about it. But fine, we’re here; we’re going to do this hike.
Then I reached into the passenger seat to get the camera and felt something odd about my left foot.
Okay, sorry it’s not a great picture. But I hope you can tell that that’s not a shadow. That’s the sole of my boot, separating from the rest.
So, after all that, no hiking. Couldn’t even really let LM run around because I couldn’t chase him very effectively. So I drove him over to Charles’s office and handed him off to his father for a few minutes while I drank a large coffee. (That’s an acceptable substitute at 3 in the afternoon for a large glass of wine, right?)
I suggested that a building full of engineers should have a roll of duct tape, which I could use to do a quick repair and maybe try again. But he pointed out that they were software engineers and this was a hardware problem. (I remain skeptical. I think they must have a closet full somewhere and just don’t want to share.)
But some days, you’ve just got to accept that you’re just not going to do that hike. It’s just not meant to be.